#from the belly

[wiltking]

cracked open From the Belly by emmett nahil and it has a strong start i must say

[gravedirtt]

Incredibly excited to finally announce that my nautical folk horror novel FROM THE BELLY is going to be published by TenebrousPress in Summer 2024!!

🌊👁⚓️Get ready for oceanic body horror, monstrous queer romance, and a voyage into the devouring deep.

[obese-belly-adventure]

My weight is 375 lbs, with a BMI of 52.5, placing me in the severely obese category. My belly feels so heavy that walking is a struggle. I experience shortness of breath even while sitting still and have difficulty getting out of bed. Just a month ago, I suffered a heart attack. I'm hooked on consuming fatty and sugary foods, but I'm beginning to question if continuing this habit is the right choice.

[glorify-obesity]

I ate a lot all the time. I drank heavy cream until I felt sick, then washed it down with eggnog. In the evenings, I drank so much beer that I just passed out on the couch in front of the TV. I don’t sleep on my back because my belly is now too heavy. I’ve never gained weight so quickly. I can’t get used to my belly and constantly bumping into people with it. I’m always sleepy, and I’m always thirsty. I can’t stop eating, I am trapped.

[faerycross]

*sirius and remus are debating intensely*

sirius: there's no way james would ever get a belly button piercing. he's a sports guy ffs

remus: wanna bet on it?

sirius: sure

*a few days later*

james: yo moony you were right, i do look amazing with a belly button piercing

sirius, to remus: no. fucking. way. how did you do it?

remus: i told him regulus would love it

sirius: where is he anyway?

regulus: *screaming into a pillow at the top of his lungs*

[icestorming]

Jayce groans from somewhere around his chest. He has a leg thrown over Viktor’s, a hand around his waist and his ear planted firmly over his heart. Viktor’s hand is resting over the crown of Jayce’s head. Even through the haze of sleep, Viktor debates whether to remove it before Jayce wakes up.

From @yunuen 's latest chapter of "The line is covered in jellyfish" ...I couldn't help myself, sorry if it's rough.

[wiltking]

finished From the Belly by emmett nahil yesterday and i'm giving it 4★ because while there were some things that really worked for me, there are unfortunately quite a few typos and errors. mostly small stuff, but some things really tripped me up, and I'm still not sure if Morrow was giving she/they realness or if their pronoun mixup was yet another error. there were also a few (again, small) things that felt unfinished or purposeless. and i can accept loose ends, especially in a story like this, but several times it felt like there was supposed to be more and then there just wasn't.

but i still really liked it. flaws and all. there's some really good lines in here, and the whole whale ship setting felt very immersive. i enjoyed the queer horror spin and how it all unfolded. dont go in expecting a perfect book but if you like weird ocean horror, i would recommend it.

[spookeart]

Wolfstar at a music festival🎸

[obese-belly-adventure]

Oh boy, today was quite the adventure. I was fed such an incredible feast that I felt like I couldn’t move at all. I had eaten a mountain of food! I couldn’t breathe; I thought my belly might just burst. I was pleading with them to ease up on cramming food into my mouth because I simply couldn’t swallow another bite. It took a few hours for my belly to calm down enough so that I could finally drive home. I was definitely grateful for the amazing feeding session and the lovely company, but I might need to take it easy at the next meal. I can’t handle this every day.

[glorify-obesity]

I drink sweet heavy cream all the time. I feel like my insides are drowning in fat. My blood vessels are clogged with fat. Fat is blowing up my belly from the inside. Truly, what more could I ask for? Probably for some belly rubs.

[ultravioletbrit]

“jewelry” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 386 words

Regulus is sitting at the table trying to read while James is puttering around in the kitchen. Regulus is desperately trying to focus but his eyes keep drifting over to James.

At one point, Regulus glances over just as the sunlight catches on James’ gold-rimmed glasses and Regulus can’t help but think how beautiful the gold looks on him. It’s a shame James doesn’t wear any jewelry. Regulus thinks he would look stunning with a gold chain around his neck or maybe an earring that would peek out every time he runs his hands through his hair. His hands that would look so good with a few gold rings scattered across his fingers.  

Regulus is watching James’ hands as he reaches to the top shelf, but a small glimmer of gold catches his eye. His gaze drops to where James’ shirt is riding up and Regulus’ eyes widen as he chokes on air drawing James’ attention.  

“Are you okay?” James asks.

His shirt has fallen back down but Regulus hasn’t stopped staring. “Yeah.” He chokes out. “I uhh… I didn’t know you had a umm…” Regulus trails off.

James follows his gaze, glancing down and lifting his shirt to give Regulus a proper look at the gold bar that’s pierced through James' belly button and Regulus can’t help the way his breath hitches.  

“Oh, this?” James smirks.

Regulus tries to say something, or at least pull his eyes away, but he can’t. All he can think about is how beautiful that gold bar looks against James’ bronze skin. Regulus was right, gold jewelry looks stunning on James and it’s criminal that this is covered more often than not.

After several moments, James clears his throat and drops his shirt breaking Regulus out of his trance. James stares at him shamelessly with one eyebrow raised and Regulus shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

“Sorry.” Regulus croaks. “I just uhh… I just didn’t know you had that.” Regulus tries to regain his composure as he focuses back on his book.

“It’s alright.” James shrugs. “Glad you like it.”

“I never said I—” Regulus starts to protest.

“I’m sure you’ll like my nipple rings also.” He adds casually and Regulus’ eyes snap back just in time to see James’ smirk before he turns away, unconcerned with the chaos he’s caused in Regulus’ mind.  

@under-pink-skys i thought of you when i was writing this! 🤭

[wiltking]

obsessed with From the Belly. want so badly to stay up reading more but i am at a point in my life where every minute i stay up past midnight can be felt chipping away at my max HP

[bigcatbulges]

Source - Komboochie (CursedMark)

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[obese-belly-adventure]

I think that's the most I've ever eaten in public in one sitting, and it took me almost an hour before I could stand up and leave. I couldn't tug my t-shirt down enough to cover myself and had to walk out with my belly on display. I was trying not to moan while walking downstairs; I was so stuffed. Each step I took sent a powerful wave through me as if my overstuffed insides were ready to burst at any moment.

It was truly a moment of profound embarrassment whenever people climbed the stairs, their gazes locked onto my rounded, bloated gut. I could feel their eyes darting toward me, scrutinizing every inch of my form, and it made my cheeks flush with shame. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was silently judging me for my size, their stares adding to the weight of my own self-consciousness. To combat the awkwardness, I instinctively supported the gut from below, attempting to keep it steady and minimize any swaying that might draw even more attention.

[growingtransgirl]

I love seeing more people becoming morbidly obese at a younger age. So many folks in their early 20s who are way bigger than I could've ever hoped to be at the same age!

[strawberryfatstuff]

escape

Imagine being stuck in a cell, with a ginormous feast being placed in front of you every day and only allowed to leave once you can eat it all in one sitting

You wake up, disoriented. you look around, nothing in your dark surroundings but a bed and a table. suddenly, you hear a commotion of people in robes, faces covered, rush to bring something onto the barren table in your cell. They disappear in a flash, all that’s left behind is an absolute banquet. A feast that could overfeed about 30 people at a buffet, piled with junk food. Rich creamy pastas, pizza stacked upon pizza, a plate of burgers piled high enough you wondered how it hadn’t fallen over, and piles upon piles of sugary desserts with the most delicious smells filling the room. You wonder if this was supposed to be your last meal, but your thoughts were cut short, by the greedy rumblings of your belly. You were starving, and decided there was nothing else left to do but dig in.

Almost a year has gone by, but to you it had felt like a lifetime. You would wake, stuff yourself with reckless abandon with no fear of judgement or consequences, and go back to sleep. There was no way to tell how often the meals were being brought to you, in fact the only way to tell that time had passed at all was what it had all been doing to your body. When you had first woken up, you had been reasonably thin, maybe a small potbelly from the occasional lack of willpower from time to time but nothing to worry about. Now however, you had grown immensely. If there had been any chance of holding back in attempt to save your figure it had long since flown out the nonexistent window. Your belly had swelled outward, inflated, and sagged lower, you had noticed any sights of what had been your feet had become less and less frequent. Your legs had become heavy with fat, the fat on your thighs threatening to overlap your knees, and the beginning signs of cankles showing on your calves. Your tits had grown substantially, with rolls forming along the sides making your puffy arms rest a little higher than they had before. However, you had certainly done a number on that buffet, having before only been able to stomach a pizza at most you had started to get creative, wrapping burgers with entire pizzas and shoving them into your rapidly swelling gut with as much force and speed as you could. It was the only pastime you had really, so you made the most of it by constantly testing the bursting point of your greedy gut.

It had been a few years of endless feasting before you had begun to notice your mobility diminishing. You were now able to eat enough to feed a large family before slowing down, but your travel from your bed had begun leaving you winded, and took great deal of effort to take your lumbering waddle over to your meals. Your stomach of course, the culprit. Its rolls had swelled with fat so much it now hung down past your knees, fighting your wobbling thighs for space. your knees and feet had long since been covered by the swell of constant calories you had been shoving in. Your elbows had long since disappeared under the size your upper arms had ballooned to. The next day you had woken up, with the familiar smell of food filling your senses, and attempted to get out of bed. You struggled to gasp for air, trying with feeble attempts to propel yourself with enough momentum to get forward, and more importantly, your meal. Each attempt was rather hindered by amount of gut covering your lap. Suddenly, the masked people reentered into your room, and instead of leaving the food on the table, they pick it up piece by piece and began feeding it to you. One after another they stuffed greasy food straight into your greedy belly. The speed they each filled your mouth was almost too fast to chew, forcing you to swallow bigger bites as quickly as you could. “Please, go a little slower” you tried to call out between bites of food, but only one of them replied, “Too bad, you should have never been as greedy as you were in the first place. Fat fucks like you don’t get a say in this matter.”They continued to stuff your face, and once you had eaten enough to feel sick of your usual feast, you cried for them to stop. They fed you their last handfuls, and quickly as they had came, they left. One lingering long enough to instal what looked like a hose coming out of the ceiling.

The next time you awoke, you expected to to greeted by your usual meal of the table, but you noticed that the table had been removed from your room entirely. The only thing that caught your eye was the hose they had left the day before. Starving, you placed it in your mouth and began to suck out of desperation. You were instant met with what tasted like the blend of greasy food you had been eating for years. you noticed at the corner of your bed they had also left a small device, with words _ out of _ eaten. The lights being too dim to properly read, you cast it out of your brain and begun swallowing. It felt so good, the constant flow of calories filling your overstretched gut. You watch it rise with every gulp you fill it with, greed and lust overpowering you with the desire to fill it as big as possible. There was no way to tell how long you spent swallowing, only the rapid expansion of your body. each time you took a nap you would awake with your belly before you looking visibly larger then it had before.

This continued for what felt like eons, a never ending cycle of consuming and growing. your feet had been consumed completely, your arms stuck at a permanent angle, the fat surrounding your head keeping it in place, and your belly. So large it had grown over your swollen feet, and threatened to cover the rest of the bed. One day, as you swallowed, you heard a beep. You wondered if it had been the strange device that had long since been hidden under the concerningly large rolls swelling out from your massive gut. Just then, you were blinded by a bright light, as the door to your cell cracked with dust and opened, with the masked people watching you from the hallway connected. A familiar voice from among them, “You’re free to to go whenever you want fatty, the doors wide open.” And laughed. They all had begun laughing, shook their heads, and walked away. You paused swallowing to see if you could still escape, and tried to move your feet for the first time in ages. The response you received was a ripple of fat that jiggled your whole body. What had been so great about the outside world away? Your belly growled, it’s lust to be filled overpowering any thought you had remaining. You caress your growing belly, and continue to swallow.